Minor accomplishments.

My oven isn't sparkling, but it's scrubbed. It's been due for a while, and it happened tonight because the baked ziti I made the other night overflowed and splattered, so I figured if I'm making cakes tomorrow, tonight better be the time for it. I put on a podcast, pulled on my kitchen gloves, and got to it. It's not a chore I'm eager to do again, and with luck and better sauce reductions, I won't have to for a long while.

I rewarded myself with high-end vanilla ice cream and bourbon.

Also of note today was the oddity of the assigned census work. About two-thirds of the cases I got were in one building which refused entry to non-residents or employees, and stonewalled anyone asking about the place, deferring to building management. Of the rest I had to deal with, about half were re-confirming units that hadn't responded didn't exist anymore. Building renovations meant 522 wasn't a valid address, things like that. So one-sixth of the cases today I was able to close out and finish with the help of proxies across the hall or around the corner.

The oddness mostly came in doing everything I could do, and how little that was, and knowing I did everything I could do as well as I could.

Additionally, in talking to someone else helping me tag-team through a few of my cases and a few of his, we got to talking fantasy novels. I vaguely described the one I wrote, and got it re-confirmed that there's basically two books out there that anything close to what I've written, based on his suggestions of things he thought were similar.

So there's that, too.